forgot to mention last time, i did a couple of doodles of kinzel and rawley! they're on my tumblr (odd-gelato) /post/88334896722/kinzel-rawley-and-the-actual-duplo-figurines

Jenkins strapped herself in, made sure everyone else was buckled up, and started the ignition. The engine turned over and suddenly there was a blast and her ears were ringing, the rear of the car lurching up and forward. She had a direct view of the ground through the windshield, and she had a moment to think that's not right before the roof of the car crunched onto the asphalt. The acrid stench of smoke reached her and she snapped into action, reaching out to Wyldstyle sitting in the passenger seat. The Master Builder had cracked her head against the window and hung limply against the seat belt. Jenkins strained to twist around and check on Emmet in the backseat. He was awake, struggling to free himself.

"Are you alright?" Jenkins asked hoarsely.

"Fine," Emmet wheezed. "What's happening?"

Jenkins opened her mouth to reply, but then movement off to her side caught her attention. She could see a pair of combat boots walking towards them. The rubbery soles crunched on the glass as they came to a stop. The person knelt and their face ducked into view. It was a young woman, wearing a black helmet with goggles and an antenna. A blonde ponytail poked out from under the helmet, and she wore a uniform that Jenkins recognized as belonging to the Duplos.

"Yo," the woman said with a grin.

Jenkins fumbled for her gun, but the woman reached in through the broken window and grabbed the detective by the hair. "Ah, ah," she said, and slammed Jenkins' head against the ceiling. Jenkins gasped and sagged.

"Jenkins!" Emmet shouted, managing to free himself from the seat belt. He dropped awkwardly against the ceiling of the car and scrabbled towards the door on the passenger side.

The woman hopped up onto the undercarriage, the car rocking slightly beneath her, and dropped down onto the other side, where Emmet was wrestling with the door handle. She gripped the outer handle and yanked, tearing the door completely free. Emmet looked up at her with wide eyes, and she bent over and grabbed Emmet by the front of his shirt, dragging him out of the car and to his feet. "Hey, fella," she said.

"H-hey?" Emmet stuttered.

She smiled, which wasn't comforting in the least, and cracked her head against his. Emmet slumped in her grip.

Rawley tossed him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and put a hand to the side of her helmet with the antenna on it. "Hey, boss," she said. "We got 'im."

"Jenkins!" Bad Cop hollered as he stormed into the ER. "When I said come to the hospital, I didn't mean that you should show up in an ambulance!"

Jenkins cringed where she was sitting on the edge of the bed. A nurse was checking her head. "Not so loud, sir," she croaked. "My ears hurt."

There was a commotion in the next bed over, where Wyldstyle was shouting at the people tending to her. "Get off!" she yelled. "I'm fine! Let me go!"

Bad Cop pushed his aviators up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Wyldstyle's gonna go charging blindly off after Emmet if we don't do something, Benny noted.

Bad Cop gritted his teeth and stomped over to where Wyldstyle was struggling against her 'captors.' "You're in the hospital for a reason," he snarled at her, shoving a nurse aside. "Sit down and get treated."

Wyldstyle glared at him. There was a trickle of blood running down the side of her face, and her cheeks were smoke-stained, and it made her look extra fearsome. "I need to find Emmet," she growled.

"Yeah?" Bad Cop snapped. "And how're you gonna do that? Do you happen to know offhand where Kinzel's hideout is?"

She glowered but made no response.

"That's what I thought," Bad Cop said. He took off his aviators so he could look her in the eye. "Don't think you're the only one who got someone precious taken away from you."

Wyldstyle met his gaze defiantly for a moment, then she looked away.

Bad Cop slid the sunglasses back on. "I'm going to need you for this investigation, lass. But I need you with a level head."

Wyldstyle nodded.

"Good," Bad Cop said turning away. He left her, making his way back over to Jenkins, who was falling asleep even as she was being examined.

"Report!" Bad Cop barked.

Jenkins snapped awake, nearly knocking her head against the nurse's. The nurse gave Bad Cop a dirty look. "She needs rest," he said.

"She can rest in a moment," Bad Cop snapped. "I said report."

"Small bomb, on the underside of the rear end," Jenkins replied. "Triggered by the ignition. One assailant. Blonde woman, young, about five feet tall. Definitely Duplo."

Jenkins was almost giving the report in her sleep, and Bad Cop felt a little spark of pride. She was one of his most dedicated officers, and she'd come a long way from the day he'd first met her. "Good job, Jenkins," he said. "Get some sleep, now."

Jenkins smiled and flopped over, ignoring the nurse's protests that he hadn't finished checking her yet.

Aw, Benny said as Bad Cop walked away. You two are cute.

Bad Cop halted and went bright red. "What?" he spluttered. A couple of nearby staff gave him odd looks.

He felt Benny smirk.

I'm not cute, Bad Cop muttered back at him.

Mm-hm.

Then Bad Cop noticed the staff were still looking at him weirdly, and he realized he couldn't feel the floor under his feet. He looked down. There was at least a foot of empty space between him and the floor. He yelped and spun his arms, only succeeding in rotating himself backwards. "Benjamin!" he hissed through clenched teeth, trying not to make a scene. "How the heck do I get down?"

Oh, Benny said, realizing the problem. Uh. You just… do?

Bad Cop was still slowly spinning backwards, and he gave up on self-control. "That's not helpful!" he wailed. He was nearly upside down now, and had gained the attention of most of the room. Briefly, he felt thankful that no one knew it was actually him.

Then Wyldstyle was next to him, grabbing his ankle to steady him. His shades were slipping off, and he glowered up at her. "Don't just stand there smirking," he growled. "Help me down."

Wyldstyle looked like she was considering just dropping him to the floor upside-down, but she remembered Benny was in there, too, so she wheeled him upright and pushed him until his feet met the floor. A wave of relief washed over him as he felt gravity take hold again. He straightened his aviators and looked at Wyldstyle. "Thank you," he said.

She shrugged. "I needed the laugh."

Bad Cop scowled.

Good Cop had fallen quiet some time ago. Now he just stared into space, his mind blank. He didn't want to think, didn't even really want to remember he existed. But he was snapped back into reality when the door slammed open. His head jerked up in time to see Kinzel walk in, followed by a young woman with an unconscious figure slung over her shoulder.

There was another chair, on the opposite side of the table from Good Cop, and the woman dumped the figure unceremoniously into it and set about tying them up.

The person's head lolled to the side, and Good Cop realized with a jolt that it was Emmet. He instinctively yanked against his bonds and snarled, "Let him go!"

"Ah, good, you're back," Kinzel said, off to Good Cop's right, placing a hand on the cop's shoulder.

Good Cop tried to jerk away from the touch, but Kinzel's grip just tightened, and the Duplo leader leaned in a little. "I don't believe I've introduced you to my second in command," Kinzel said. "This is Rawley. There's no one I trust more than her."

Rawley turned away from Emmet and gave Good Cop a mocking salute. Good Cop glared back.

"He's stubborn, ain't he?" Rawley asked cheerfully.

"He is," Kinzel replied, then pinched Good Cop's left cheek like an over-friendly aunt at a family reunion as he added, "Got a few screws loose, though."

"Untie me and I'll loosen some of your screws," Good Cop spat.

Kinzel stepped back, laughing. "You'll have to come up with better than that, my friend. Let's go, Rawley. I think we could use some sleep before we start the party." He turned away with a swish of his skirt and Rawley followed him to the door.

Good Cop recognized the way she trailed Kinzel. It wasn't unlike the way he and Bad Cop had followed Lord Business around. He felt a twist in his gut.

But it was different. When Kinzel opened the door, he stood aside to let Rawley through first. If it had been the cops and Business, Business would have just strode on and the cops would have had to hurry to make sure the door didn't close on them.

Kinzel stepped out and gave Good Cop a little wave and said, "Ta!" before slamming the door shut.

Good Cop looked over at Emmet. The construction worker looked like he hadn't been brought in gently. Good Cop sighed, shifted uncomfortably on the chair, and waited for Emmet to wake up.